Author: Jasmine Flame, AKA Mirai. All flames can be directed to jasmine_flame@hotmail.com
Rating: PG 13+ Bit’s of bad language, but not enough to make it M.
Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi, Ryuichi x Shuichi
Notes: Originally I wasn’t going to bring Hiro into the fic, but I needed him, so I did. He’s probably OOC, as if everyone wasn’t in the first place…
Misread Circumstances
“I’m surprised you showed up,” Hiro smirked.
“Hiiirrrooo! I only missed one day!”
“Yeah well K was pissed.”
Shuichi pouted and looked at his can of soda nervously, “Was he really, really angry? I’ll apologize, ne?”
Hiro shrugged, “I don’t know. He was angry and he yelled a lot. Something about that he was going to kill you. The normal.”
“Waa…no fair! It was only one day!”
“Oh yeah…this came for you this morning. When you were actually supposed to get here,” Hiro said and fished a letter out of his pocket. He handed it to Shuichi and went back to fiddling with a wire on a piece of equipment.
Shuichi looked puzzled before he tore open the envelope. This was the second time he’d gotten something.
He read the letter quickly then glanced over at Hiro, who was paying no attention to him whatsoever.
“Hiro…where’d you get this?”
“It was left here. It has your name on the front so I didn’t open it.”
“It doesn’t say who it’s from! This is the second time this has happened!”
Hiro looked up before patting the spot next to him, “Tell me what happened.”
Shuichi bounced over and sat down next to his friend, “Well yesterday I went home to Yuki and we spent alllll day together and then someone knocked at the door and Yuki said I should get it and—”
“The short version, okay?” Hiro sighed.
“Ohhhh. Okay! Well I got a biiigg bunch of roses. Red ones. But there was no card to say who it was from. I put them in a vase but I don’t think Yuki likes them but I do because they look really pretty and Yuki needs some pretty things in the apartment but he never lets—”
Hiro sighed quietly and let Shuichi continue his ‘story.’ After a couple minutes and a lot of chibification on Shuichi’s part, Hiro decided he should say something.
“So you have no idea where any of these came from?”
Shuichi shook his head, “No! I think Yuki does though but he won’t tell me. Do you think Yuki could’ve sent them?”
“Roses and letters? Keep thinking.”
“He might have! Maybe I’m forgetting something. Maybe it’s an anniversary…no…that’s on my calendar…what could it be Hiro!!”
“Well…let’s say it was him, which I don’t believe for a moment, why doesn’t he write on the cards that they were from him?”
“Maybe he wants to be all secretive and wants me to guess!”
“I doubt it.”
Shuichi pouted and glanced at the letter again, “Do you think I should go?”
Hiro snatched the letter out of Shuichi’s hands so that he could read it for himself.
Dear Shuichi,
Meet me at the park. You know which one. I’ll be there about 12.
Hiro frowned and handed the letter back to Shuichi, “He wouldn’t write something like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because he wouldn’t.”
Shuichi frowned, “You’re mean!”
Hiro sighed and felt the sudden urge to beat his head against the nearest wall.
“Then go. It’s almost 11 anyhow. Go now. In one hour, you’ll find out who it was.”
“That’s a great idea Hiro!” Shuichi cried and hugged Hiro before bouncing away.
Hiro sighed. Now he was going to have to explain to K where Shuichi was. He should just leave as well…let Suguru handle it…
Shuichi fiddled with the corner of his jacket nervously. It had to be Yuki, no matter what Hiro thought. Who else would send him pretty roses and letters?
“Shuichi?”
Shuichi looked up and came face to face with Ryuichi.
“What are you doing here?”
Shuichi looked around before looking back to Ryuichi, “I’m waiting for someone.”
“Who is Shu-chan waiting for? Can I wait too?”
Shuichi shuffled to the side of the bench, giving Ryuichi room to sit down, “I don’t know who.”
Ryuichi looked confused, “Then why are you waiting?”
“Because, I want to find out who I am waiting for.”
Ryuichi hugged Kumagarou as he tried to understand. Shuichi sighed and handed him the letter.
Ryuichi scanned the letter quickly and pulled a face before handing it back.
“That’s not very nice. You have to sign letters!”
Shuichi sighed, “I know. I don’t even know what the time is. I’ve been here forever.”
“It was 12 when I left with Kumagarou. He wanted to play in the park so I said it was okay.”
Shuichi sighed, “I guess they’re not coming then…”
“That’s okay! You can play with Kumagarou and me then!”
“No thanks Ryuichi…I don’t feel like it today…”
Ryuichi frowned, “Someone made Shu-chan sad. They’re mean. C’mon, let’s go get something to eat. I’m hungry! It’s lunch time!”
Shuichi tried to protest as Ryuichi grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the bench.
Ryuichi played with Kumagarou’s ears as he ate his sundae. Humming a song to himself the entire time.
Shuichi sighed and poked at his own dessert. He wasn’t hungry and he didn’t feel like ice-cream. He just wanted to go home. It wasn’t Yuki who sent him those roses and it wasn’t Yuki who was going to meet him.
“Shu-chan looked so sad, ne Kumagarou?”
“It’s okay Ryuichi. I just want to go home.”
Ryuichi shuffled his chair closer to Shuichi’s, “I’ll take you home, okay? If you really want too. I don’t like seeing you sad Shuichi.
“Thank you …”
Ryuichi sighed and paid quickly before escorting Shuichi out onto the streets. Kumagarou sat happily in Ryuichi’s arms, observing the comings and goings of people.
“Shu-chan want to hold Kumagarou?” Ryuichi asked, stopping in front of Shuichi.
Shuichi looked up at Ryuichi, tears threatening to spill over any moment.
“I wanted it to be Yuki…I knew it wasn’t though…”
Ryuichi frowned and pulled Shuichi aside, “Shuichi…there’s something I have to tell you.”
“What?” Shuichi asked dejectedly.
“I was the one who sent you those flowers yesterday…and I was the one who sent you that note…”
Shuichi looked up, his eyes full of confusion, “Why? Why didn’t you send a card…or sign the note?”
“Because I thought you’d be angry with me.”
“Angry? Why would I be angry with you?”
“Because…I—umm…” Ryuichi started, however he couldn’t think of the right words to say, “I’m sorry Shu-chan…” he said quickly before closing the small gap between them, leaning down and pressing his lips against Shuichi’s.